Cao Xianming nodded. "We'll take it one step at a time. There's nothing else we can do."
"I already tried divining their secrets to find a way out of the desert, but they kept their mouths shut."
"Even with my ability, the results were a blur. I couldn't divine anything clearly."
After discussing it at length, no one had a better plan. In the end, they could only agree to wait and see.
They rested for half a day, and evening fell.
Rumble-!
Heaven and earth shook violently as the enormous column of water connecting them erupted wildly once more!
A rain of fish poured down from the sky.
The entire desert once again became a pitch-black Thousand Island Lake, its waters churning as monstrous fish thrashed.
An eerie chill washed over them.
It was then that Yang Yong and the others witnessed how the mysterious men caught fish.
They only picked up the fish that landed on the decks, their movements clumsy and slow. Yang Yong watched with disdain.
One sweep of his Heavenly Dragon Slash could clear a whole swath, making him more than ten times as efficient as these men.
But they were under someone else's roof now, and still had to rely on them to lead the way out of the desert.
Yang Yong forcibly suppressed his urge to show off and signaled for everyone in the convoy to hold back and follow quietly behind.
Soon, he noticed something was wrong.
The fleet wasn't wandering aimlessly. It was heading deliberately toward the center of the desert.
And the very center of the desert was exactly where that column of water was erupting wildly.
"Old Cao!" Yang Yong growled into the radio. "They're heading toward the water column! What are they trying to do?"
Cao Xianming's voice